September 29, 2012 § Leave a comment
Sometimes I’m tired, overwhelmed, and lack the strength of mind to tackle the urgent but frustrating things that really need to get done. And sometimes the only way I know how to cope with it is to end the night with a nice cheesy slice of Sicilian pizza, a hot cup of lentil soup, and fried eggs with ketchup, and the knowledge that I can go for a therapeutic long run in the morning and burn off all that indulgence.
I don’t mean to complain. The only thing to do is to move forward, quickly and fervently when possible, slowly and surely when necessary. At a certain point I just have to acknowledge that putting things off is stupid and crippling. The same goes with worrying. As a species, we are all quite adaptable, and quite resilient.
I was rereading Franny and Zooey today, and realized that the snippet that Seymour wrote about his happy twenty-first birthday with the family was crushingly sad. The memory of joyful times that can never be experienced again really is a thing of tragedy. Sometimes it is a danger to remember.
My evening was spent in two museums: the Guggenheim and the Met. The Guggenheim was disappointing this time around, because of the space-cramping crowds and the underwhelming photo exhibit on display, but the Met is a treasure. It’s such a beautiful space architecturally, and the corridors to different rooms and exhibits are endless. I could go back dozens of times and still not see everything in there that requires a quiet moment to enjoy.
I am also slowly learning the value of not needing to make a decision right away. Sometimes all you need is a little bit of pleasant company now and then.
September 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
Alrighty, now that that little outburst of hysterics is over, let us move forward, shall we?
If anything, it has strengthened my decision that another marathon to train for would be beneficial to me right now. And I won’t take my training lightly. I haven’t yet thought it completely through, but right now I feel like Nashville on April 27 of next year will be my new target. Plenty of time to build an easy yet thorough base and proper mental preparation, and a promise of fun since it will be with my team. I have two weeks to mull this over and still make the early bird registration price. Number Four, I’ve got my eye on you.
I tried for a bit to fight my insomnia with the 800-page Lore of Running. Not a bad strategy except it did suck me in a little this time and get me a little bit amped up. This sleep thing is really getting old. I need to recharge. The goal is 150 miles by the end of the month, and if I can work back up to 40-mile weeks I’ll be in good shape.
This post was so boring that you have probably long sinced dozed off… And here I am still.